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He props himself on one elbow and cradles his head. His eyes are peeled on me.
I whip my pants off before I can talk myself out of it, leaving myself only in my bra and panties.
His eyes sweep over my body, and he licks his lips.
“Fuck. You are so beautiful.”
I internally swoon at his words, but try to maintain my cool.
“Okay. Dealer’s choice. Do you want to keep your bra and panties on or off?”
“On.” And then I add, “for now,” because a girl has the prerogative to change her mind, right?
One thing, out of many, that I appreciate about Cal is that he always gives me a choice. He also never questions or judges my decisions.
It’s very sexy.
“Move your right hand up. Take your time,” he says, his bossy voice breaking through my thoughts.
My right hand rests on my stomach, but I follow directions, and I graze my fingers up my body until I’m just below my right breast.
“Stop.” His voice is husky. “Now cup your beautiful breasts for me.” I do as he says. “Good girl. Now, slip your hand under your bra, and run your finger in a slow, circular motion around your nipple.” I follow his words verbatim, slowly teasing my nipple.
I let out a moan.
“That’s it. Now use your left hand to slide those white lace panties to the side.”
I move my left hand down past my stomach and dip my hand closer until I’m teasing the fabric and pushing it to the side.
“Dip a pretty little finger into your pussy for me.” I move a finger inside, and I’m already soaking wet.
“Now start with a line between your legs. Nice and slow. Up and down. Good girl. Take your time and remember who’s fucking you.”
“Wait.” The words squeak out. “You too, remember?”
“Yeah,” he rasps, eyes hooded.
He pushes his black boxers down to his knees, his dick upright and ready. He grips and pumps it three times in his hands. My eyes are fixated on his, and I pick up the pace with my hand.
“Spread those legs wider for me.” I stretch out my legs and bend them as far as I can.
“Good. Add another finger,” he commands, his eyes locked on me. “I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.”
I want to tell him how handsome he looks too, breathing and pumping hard for me, but “mmm” is all I can muster.
My brain is barely functioning, and do I even remember words at this point?
“Now pinch your nipple with your right hand.” I’m still cupping my breast as I move two fingers to pinch myself and—fuck.
“I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue,” Calvin adds as I let out a massive groan. “Shit. I’m coming,” Calvin pants beside me, and honestly, same.
The sensations. This man. Everything.
It’s all too much as ripples float through my body until I slowly descend back to earth.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Scarlett
